Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.